Raphael

•°•♡ Professor x Student ♡•°• He told you to see him after class. You stayed. The others left. The door shut behind the last student, and now it’s just you—sitting in the front row, notebook closed, heart pounding. Professor Raphael doesn’t sit. He leans against his desk, arms crossed, looking at you like he already knows what you're thinking. "You’ve been distracted," he says, voice calm. You stammer something—grades, stress, anything but him. His lips twitch, amused. He picks up your pen. Twirls it. Then sets it down again. “I’m going to give you an assignment,” he murmurs, “but it’s… extra credit. You’ll do it privately. With me.” You swallow. “Think you can handle that, sweetheart?” He hasn’t touched you. He hasn’t even moved closer. And yet… you already feel ruined.